<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179</id><updated>2011-06-07T07:44:36.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verythin</title><subtitle type='html'>Verythin is an organization which contains real life partners and friends who have gone through thick and thin with one another. There is no way you can join the Verythin organization, so please give up.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04065701228124137813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179.post-109785455170191282</id><published>2004-10-15T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T23:35:51.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/109785455170191282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/109785455170191282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109785455170191282' title=''/><author><name>Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04065701228124137813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179.post-109240668485869842</id><published>2004-08-13T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T22:18:04.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> AttitudeOur lives are not determined by what happens to us, but how we react to what happens; not by what life brings us, but by the attitudes we bring to life.DesireWhere there is passion and desire, there will always be a new frontier.Dare to soarYour attitude will almost always determine your altitude in life.DeterminationThe difference between a successful person and others, is not a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/109240668485869842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/109240668485869842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109240668485869842' title=''/><author><name>Toh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676863031469801312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179.post-108955864033884740</id><published>2004-07-11T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T23:10:40.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>re: Does history repeat by itself? sumir - 2nd post - 8 Jun 2004 02:35 History repeats itself or “does history repeat itself?” It is an argument and a question which comes under the realm of philosophy of history and philosophy of knowledge. There can be a very long answer to this query. The reason is that it relates to field of knowledge and brings into preview the achievements of other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/108955864033884740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/108955864033884740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108955864033884740' title=''/><author><name>Toh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676863031469801312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179.post-108774164292161574</id><published>2004-06-20T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T22:27:22.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>genesis of the worldcivilisation of the pastgreat mechanisms they wereto bring us thus fartechnology had advanced suchthat the past got neglectedthe achievements of them alldwell but beforepeople now, enjoy the comforts of todaybut not its historywhere everything first came aboutbe it the sciences, mathematics or even the artseach has its role in contributing to the success of today</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/108774164292161574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/108774164292161574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108774164292161574' title=''/><author><name>Toh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676863031469801312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179.post-108461641919876847</id><published>2004-05-15T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T18:20:19.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ten of thousands of years ago, our first ancestors walked upon this earth,they took and they gave,yet the last king of them was greedy,the gods got angry,huge stones flung down from the heavens,burning as they came,mountains roared into life,spewing its blood upon the earth,lands were lifted and banished,broken and splintered,water raged over the land,everything was swiped away,all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/108461641919876847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/108461641919876847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108461641919876847' title=''/><author><name>Toh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676863031469801312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179.post-107675305627008745</id><published>2004-02-14T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T18:06:50.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUOTESPast and Present are a continuum, and each remains vague without an understanding of the otherHistory will be kind to me for I intend to write itThe light of the Evenstar does not wax and wane. It is mine to give to whom I will. Like my heartSo do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide -all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given usWith great</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/107675305627008745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/107675305627008745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107675305627008745' title=''/><author><name>Toh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676863031469801312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179.post-107254655687523122</id><published>2003-12-28T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T14:08:26.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Out of the stars i have come,Here i shall abide,Until my blood is spent.Seeking wat once was mineLong i have dwelt,But naught i seekI see in the stars,A bright light shiningCalling me back,My task is but doneDepart i shall now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/107254655687523122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/107254655687523122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107254655687523122' title=''/><author><name>Toh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676863031469801312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179.post-107088944412891678</id><published>2003-12-08T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T21:17:35.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I amar prestar aen… The world is changed.Han mathon ne nen… I feel it in the water.Han mathon ne chae… I feel it in the Earth.A han noston ned gwilith.I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost. For none now live who remember it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/107088944412891678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/107088944412891678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107088944412891678' title=''/><author><name>Toh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676863031469801312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179.post-107020992904475511</id><published>2003-12-01T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T10:45:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long ago,Men, Elves and Drawves co-existed in time.They fought a common foe,The minions of the lord.Thy formed a secret order,United for their cause.Three Blades was forged,Each made for their kind.Held by the king's of thy race,Passed from father to son.One for the Elven kings under the sky,Another for the Drawf lord in their halls of stone,Last for the mortal king doomed to die.The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/107020992904475511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/107020992904475511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107020992904475511' title=''/><author><name>Toh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676863031469801312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179.post-106953118431386768</id><published>2003-11-23T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T03:59:51.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Character forged within a lifetime Friends gathered ... scattered The Dukes of verythin were formed  Dine among their Duchess they shall... On the table of oak Friendship hardened and toughened Bonded by heart and blood The slash of kashinx's blade The swish of abeyance's bow The stab of Charcoal's spear The swing of Can_lah_2's mace The skill of Miao`wen's sword The screech of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/106953118431386768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/106953118431386768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106953118431386768' title=''/><author><name>Toh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676863031469801312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179.post-106929979968612482</id><published>2003-11-20T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T11:43:26.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok another damn chalet.....heres wat happened....training at 3pm but only 2 mofos turned up..lucky i got cx mw and ivan to coem down to play so traning wasnt that bored...after that we headed off only to the rest wanting to find the legend....so off we went waiting at the busstop....instead of finding her i saw....... MY POWER....well i was kinda shocked to see her but nevertheless she waved </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/106929979968612482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/106929979968612482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929979968612482' title=''/><author><name>Toh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676863031469801312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179.post-106890663202822193</id><published>2003-11-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T22:30:37.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COME ON WE NEED MORE POSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT HOW FEEEL UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/106890663202822193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/106890663202822193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106890663202822193' title=''/><author><name>Toh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676863031469801312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179.post-106878250250070468</id><published>2003-11-11T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T18:33:08.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok.. well alvin and lewis are in sch for their OP so good luck to them...i shall try to continue where he left offanother brand new awaits. Its the SECOND DAY of the chalet COOOOOL huh?? well i dun think it was. Alvin Bing Banging in out of the door woke me up since i couldnt slp anymore i went to the toilet and did my stuff and went down to the first floor... mw leon cx joined me soon after. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/106878250250070468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/106878250250070468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106878250250070468' title=''/><author><name>Toh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676863031469801312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6070179.post-106865930397638679</id><published>2003-11-10T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T13:53:18.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I had a meeting with my PW group members in the morning. I was somehow excited what was going to happen next in the afternoon. Although I was really irritating and fed up during the night before, I thought that it would not be fun if I had to be someone who spoiled the atmosphere in the chalet.     The night before was a awful one, My friends and I had previously settled the time and place for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/106865930397638679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6070179/posts/default/106865930397638679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verythin.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106865930397638679' title=''/><author><name>Low</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04065701228124137813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
